Challenging
Aug 26, 2017 · 1 min read
25 years old
I am here lying in the cold
whether or not I move
depends on hope’s nudging groove
the world is messy
there’s no ultimate key
just endless kaleidoscopic cycles
in which you dodge riffles
sometimes that’s all it seems to be
sometimes that’s all I see
what do you do when all is crumbling inside?
do you suck it up with pride or do you just go hide?
with a heart like mine, I just cry
I know tomorrow I have to wake up and lie
a mask, feelings amiss, work till you make it
don’t let others realize that you’re such a misfit
this is the challenge at hand
but I don’t want to be part of the blind optimists’ band
I desire for them to comprehend
that at times, I don’t have to be a fan.


